Dear diary

Last night I saw it. I had gone on my usual evening stroll by seashore. Moments later I found myself slowly walking onto the pier. Beside me I saw rocks gradually chipping away, I leaned against the fence as I felt the cool breeze against my face.

There was a crash followed by a whirring sound from the cliffs. Murky clouds rose above my head, I turned and ran in panic. Trying to catch my breath, I reached the cliffs. Irrupting from the fossilised rocks emerged a silhouette, a silhouette with long black droopy arms that almost reach his feet. It bent over. It grinned.